There always seems to be one flower that captures the essence of a season. Today as dry winds whip around and the dark closes in early, I thought I would celebrate the dahlia – the essence of the last of summer.
Dahlias are getting harder to find in Port. Flowers suffer badly from garden fashion – in today, out tomorrow.
The only remaining Dahlias seem to be found in the gardens of Greek residents. For many years, Greek gardens were derided. Now growing your own vegetables is de rigeur, and colour is back in fashion, but not, it seems dahlias.
The dominant species in Port seems to either be iceberg roses or plants which survive on any windswept balcony and neglect. There is a loss of living diversity in the suburb.